The morning sun cast long shadows across the orc stronghold as I finished my workout with Vera in the training grounds. Chief Grimjaw had left at dawn to deal with border disputes, leaving me with unprecedented freedom to enjoy my growing harem. The thought of having Ursa, Grishka, Vera, and Zara all to myself for the next few days had my cock stirring with anticipation.
That's when Thane's voice cut through the morning air like a blade.
"I challenge you for the right to Princess Grishka!"
The entire training ground fell silent. Orcs emerged from buildings and gathered around us in a growing circle, their excitement palpable. Nothing drew a crowd like the promise of violence with sexual stakes.
I turned slowly to face Thane, noting the desperation in his eyes, the way his hands trembled slightly as he gripped his battle axe. The big orc had been seething since his humiliation during the stamina trial, and now with the chief away, he'd finally worked up the courage for this desperate gambit.
"You already lost your claim," I said calmly, not even breathing hard from my sparring session. "The princess chose her master."
"That was a contest of endurance, not combat!" Thane snarled, raising his weapon. "Fight me properly, warrior to warrior! When I win, she comes back where she belongs!"
Grishka emerged from the main hall, her eyes immediately finding mine with concern. She'd heard the commotion and come running, still wearing the thin silk robe I'd left her in after our morning session. The fabric clung to her curves, making every male in the circle shift uncomfortably.
"I belong to Jamal now, you pathetic excuse for a warrior!" she spat, fury blazing in her dark eyes.
"Let him challenge," I interrupted, a smile spreading across my face as I saw the trap closing around Thane. "When I defeat him again, this time there will be no question of who owns what."
The crowd murmured with excitement. This was better than they'd hoped—not just a fight, but a claiming ritual with the princess herself as the prize.
Thane's face flushed with rage and desperation. "Traditional combat rules," he demanded. "No tricks, no games. Just steel and strength."
"Agreed," I said, picking up a practice sword from the weapon rack. "But when you lose—and you will lose—you accept the consequences like a warrior. No complaints, no appeals to the chief when he returns."
"When I win," Thane corrected, though doubt flickered in his eyes, "you leave this clan forever."
I laughed. "Deal. But when I win, you're banished. Forever."
The circle widened as we faced each other in the center. Thane was bigger than me, his muscles bulging with the kind of raw power that had made him a respected warrior before I arrived. His axe gleamed in the morning light, its edge honed to deadly sharpness.
But I could feel the orb's power flowing through me like liquid fire, enhancing every muscle, sharpening every reflex. What he saw as my greatest weakness—my smaller human frame—would be his downfall.
"Begin!" Vera shouted, and Thane charged.
His opening attack was pure berserker fury, the massive axe whistling through the air where my head had been a split second before. The crowd gasped as I moved with inhuman grace, my orb-enhanced reflexes making his strikes seem sluggish and predictable.
I danced around his increasingly desperate swings, letting him tire himself while I studied his patterns. Every warrior had tells, unconscious movements that telegraphed their intentions. Thane's were laughably obvious to my enhanced perception.
"Stand still and fight!" he roared, sweat already beading on his forehead despite the cool morning air.
"Why?" I asked, catching his wrist mid-swing and twisting with supernatural strength until he dropped the axe with a cry of pain. "You're already beaten."
The throw that followed sent his massive frame crashing into the dirt with bone-jarring impact. When he tried to rise, my foot pressed against his chest, pinning him down despite our size difference. The great warrior reduced to prey beneath a man half his weight.
"Yield," I commanded, pressing down until his ribs creaked ominously.
"Never!" he gasped, his pride still intact even as his body betrayed its defeat.
"Then let's make this more interesting," I announced, turning to address the watching crowd. "Since our challenger won't yield honorably, he'll yield in shame."
I hauled Thane upright, his defeat obvious to every orc present. His legs trembled as he struggled to stay standing, his warrior's pride the only thing keeping him conscious.
"Strip," I commanded.
"What?" he gasped, confusion replacing the pain in his eyes.
"You heard me. A defeated warrior has no right to weapons or armor in my presence."
The humiliation was immediate and brutal. Forced to remove his gear piece by piece while the entire clan watched, Thane's face burned with shame.
Soon he stood naked and trembling, his inadequate cock shriveled with fear and embarrassment—a pathetic contrast to the impressive warrior he'd appeared to be moments before.
The crowd's laughter was merciless. These were orcs who respected strength above all else, and witnessing such complete domination excited them beyond measure.
"Now," I said, turning to Grishka with a predatory smile, "show this fool who you really belong to."
Grishka stepped forward eagerly, her eyes bright with anticipation and barely restrained lust. "With pleasure, my master."
She began removing her silk robe slowly, sensually, putting on a show that had every male orc hard and every female wet with arousal. But her eyes never left mine, making it clear this performance was for me alone.
"See this body, Thane?" she purred, cupping her large breasts and squeezing until her nipples stood out like dark daggers. "This is what you'll never have. This belongs to a real man."
Thane's face flushed with rage and humiliation, but his treacherous cock began to harden despite himself, responding to the display of female flesh he'd been denied.
"Oh, look," Grishka laughed cruelly, pointing at his growing erection. "The little worm thinks he deserves to get excited. Should I fix that, master?"
"Show him what he lost," I commanded, pulling her naked body against mine and kissing her roughly.
My hands roamed her warrior's curves possessively while Thane watched, his fists clenched helplessly at his sides. When I grabbed her ass and lifted her, wrapping her powerful legs around my waist, she moaned loudly enough for the entire clan to hear.
"This is how a real man handles his woman," I announced, carrying her to a nearby training post and bending her over it. "Watch and learn what you'll never be able to do."
I freed my cock from my training clothes, already rock hard and ready to claim what was mine. Grishka was soaking wet from the violence and domination, her pussy glistening with arousal as she presented herself to me.
I entered her from behind in one brutal thrust, making her scream with pleasure that echoed across the training grounds. Her inner walls gripped me like a silken vice, welcoming their master home.
"Tell him who owns this pussy," I commanded, establishing a punishing rhythm that had her breasts bouncing with each powerful impact.
"You do, master!" she cried out, her voice carrying to every corner of the gathering. "Only you! This pussy belongs to Jamal forever!"
Thane tried to look away, but I caught his chin with my free hand and forced him to watch. "Keep your eyes open, or I'll have the guards hold them that way."
The fucking was deliberately rough, designed for maximum visual impact. I pulled Grishka's long black hair back so her face was visible to everyone, showing her expression of pure ecstasy as I claimed her completely.
"Harder!" she begged, pushing back against my thrusts with desperate need. "Show them all how you fuck a princess!"
My hand cracked across her ass, leaving a red handprint that made her howl with pleasure. Each spank echoed like a thunderclap, punctuating the wet sounds of our coupling.
"This is what victory looks like," I told Thane, who was now openly weeping with humiliation. "This is what power sounds like."
Grishka's first orgasm hit like a tsunami, her whole body convulsing as she screamed my name to the heavens. But I didn't slow down, continuing to pound her through the climax and building toward another.
"Count them," I ordered her. "Tell everyone how many times your master makes you cum."
"One!" she gasped as the second orgasm began building in her core. "Oh gods, here comes two!"
The second climax was even more intense, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a desperate fist. But the orb's power kept me going, my stamina supernatural and my technique perfect.
By the fourth orgasm, Grishka was sobbing with pleasure, her legs barely able to support her trembling frame. That's when I pulled out and flipped her over, positioning her so Thane had a perfect view of her glistening, swollen pussy.
"Open your mouth," I commanded, and she obeyed instantly like the perfect slut I'd trained her to be.
I drove back into her, the new angle hitting spots that made her eyes roll back in her head. Her moans became wordless cries of ecstasy as I fucked her toward the most intense climax yet.
"This one's special," I told the watching crowd, my own climax approaching. "Watch what happens when a real man makes a princess squirt."
My fingers found her clit, working the sensitive bundle of nerves while I pounded her g-spot mercilessly. Grishka's back arched like a bow, her whole body trembling on the edge of something massive.
"Master!" she screamed, and then it happened.
The orgasm that ripped through her was unlike anything I'd seen before. Her pussy clenched and released in rapid spasms, and then she was squirting, her juices spraying in a powerful arc that splashed directly onto Thane's horrified face.
"No!" he cried, trying to turn away, but the guards held him in place as Grishka's climax coated him in her pleasure.
She squirted again and again, each pulse marking Thane's complete humiliation while the clan roared with laughter and approval. Her juices dripped from his face and chest, the ultimate mark of his defeat and my dominance.
When it finally ended, she collapsed against me, utterly spent and glowing with satisfaction.
"That," I announced to the cheering crowd, "is how you claim a princess."
The guards dragged Thane away, broken and exiled, his warrior's pride shattered beyond repair. As the crowd dispersed, still buzzing with excitement over what they'd witnessed, Vera approached with urgent news.
"Master," she said quietly, "the scouts report Chief Grimjaw returning early. And he's not alone—there are human representatives with him."
I looked down at Grishka, still trembling in my arms, her body marked with evidence of our public claiming. Soon I'd have to face her father's return, but now there would be no question of who held the real power in this clan.
"Let them come," I said, carrying my princess toward the main hall. "It's time the chief learned how much his world has changed."